Wrapped in Honey 31/49
Chapter 31
"Smooth is my middle name." Sam licked his chopsticks clean in a parody of seductive, almost poking his eye out while he was joking around.
"I can see that." Now the smile on Dean's face was real, it reached his eyes and brought out the hints of crowfeet around them. Sam wondered how he would look like in fifty years and he would like to find out. But that wasn't the point here. He let go of that thought and focused on being silly for Dean.
"What is your middle name?" Dean's thoughts had apparently wandered off in a different direction as well. Maybe they should leave the sexy times for another day.
"I don't have one." Sam dropped the chopsticks on the table and came over to sit next to Dean. "Samuel Campbell, that's my full name."
"Samuel?" Dean grinned at him.
"I was named after my grandfather." Sam defended himself. "I go by Sam." He made a point of that. He could live with being Sammy for Dean, where that came from he'd no idea, he didn't even like that nickname, but Samuel? That was a step too far. Just like Moose, but Dean hadn't called him that since they'd been at the bank so he should be safe there.
"I know next to nothing about you."
They'd turned a little so that they were now facing each other and Sam felt the first waves of arousal coming from the other man.
"You can ask me everything." Sam offered and leaned in for a kiss. Just a brush of lips on lips, chaste and innocent.
"Do you have family?" Dean asked. They were so close that Sam felt his breath on his skin.
"No." Sam placed little kisses along Dean's jawline. "My kind doesn't have big families and my parents died a long time ago." He didn't want to think about hunters right now, not while he was this close to Dean and felt his lips ghosting over his throat.
"I'm sorry." Dean mumbled into his skin, his tongue darting out, leaving hot wet marks.
"Let's shower together." Sam suggested. "Get you nice and clean." There was a question hidden in there and he waited for Dean's answer. Dean had said he wanted to try this but that had been before.
"You'll make it good for me?" Dean ask, his insecurity clearly in his voice.
"So good." Sam brought his mouth close to Dean's ear. "But tell me if you want to stop."
He wanted this to be good for Dean and the last thing he wanted was for Dean to feel like he had to go through something he didn't really want just to please Sam or to prove something to himself.
Dean nodded and Sam slipped his hands under Dean's shirt. Getting the hint Dean lifted his arms and a second later the shirt hit the floor somewhere behind the couch. While staying fully clothed himself Sam undressed Dean piece by piece right there on the couch.
"Gorgeous." He had to pause a moment to just drink in the sight in front of him. Smooth skin, lean body, a face like an angel and by now Dean's erection stood proud and leaking. Sam couldn't keep his hands off, he needed to caress this gorgeous body and he had to taste the bead of fluid on the tip of his cock.
Dean just leaned back and let him do whatever he wanted.
"Sammy." A hand found his head but this time Sam had different things in mind. He let go of Dean with a soft plop and set back on his heels.
"Shower." He reminded him.
"You should lose some clothes for that." Dean eyed him from above. Dean was the one stark naked but in this position, kneeling between Dean's legs and with that hungry gaze upon him, Sam was the one feeling vulnerable, exposed. He'd no idea how Dean did this, usually Sam was the one in charge, but he liked it. He loved it.
"Strip." Dean ordered and Sam rose to his feet without hesitation. Earlier with the chopsticks he'd been joking around. Now he wanted to give Dean a show. He kicked off his shoes and took a step back to have more room. He wasn't a stripper, not even a dancer if he was honest, but he knew about seduction. He let his body sway for a moment, finding his rhythm before he reached for the hem of his shirt. This was about timing, going with the rhythm he'd set.
Judging by the waves coming from Dean and of course the way he was stroking himself while his eyes were fixed on Sam, it wasn't too bad. He didn't go for the cheesy porn stuff like waving his shirt over his head, he just dropped the pieces of clothing one by one until he stood there in nothing but his socks and then dropped to his knees to crawl over to Dean in a cat-like manner. He licked along Dean's erection with the flat of his tongue, then up over his stomach and chest until their lips met for a heated kiss.
"I'm naked now." Sam purred in Dean's ear. "Ready for the shower?"
"I could use a cold one right now." Dean groaned out. His eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils blown wide and his breath came in short puffs. Sam grinned at that, he loved how ragged Dean already looked and they hadn't even started yet.
Somehow they made it to the shower. It had been built with at least two people in mind but with room for more, Sam had his priorities, and even two big men like them fit in easily and they still had room to move.
Ignoring their straining erections for now, they took their time to soap each other up and wash their hair. Dean's strong fingers worked the shampoo into his scalp and now Sam was close to purring for real.
They rinsed off and went back to kissing and roaming hands for a moment.
"Turn around." Sam said and guided Dean's hands to the wall. "Stay like this."
Dean threw him a curious glance over his shoulder but didn't move.
"Spread your legs."
"Where's this leading?" Dean asked but obeyed. "Am I getting detained?"
Sam didn't answer and worked up a thick lather of soap between his hands. Making his way down from Dean's shoulders he sank to his knees until his hands found the round globes of Dean's butt. With his legs already spread Sam's thumbs slipped easily in the cleft while he worked the muscles. Above him Dean shifted and let his head fall forward until it rested in the crook of his elbow on the wall.
Sam took his time with kneading and massaging the muscles, his thumbs brushing over Dean's hole from time to time more by accident than anything else. Taking more of the soap he let his middle finger slip in between the globes, slowly moving up and down, before he circled the entrance with the tip of his finger.
"Don't worry, I won't soap you up from the inside." Sam reassured him when he felt Dean stiffen from that. Soap on the inside was not sexy at all, he knew from experience. Dean nodded to that and Sam felt him relax under his fingers.
He tapped the ring of muscles gently and then added just enough pressure to let the tip of his finger slip in. Dean opened up to him willingly.
Placing little kisses on Dean's butt cheek Sam made his way over to where his finger had never stopped patting and tapping Dean's hole. Now he drew his hand back, which Dean commented with a little whine, to gently spread his cheeks farther apart. Nice and clean it lay before him and Sam just leaned in and licked a long line with the flat of his tongue over the entrance.
"What are you doing?" Dean twitched under the new sensation but Sam held him in place with ease and just did it again.
"I'm eating you out." Sam answered and then circled the entrance with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, God." Dean groaned to that and Sam went to work in earnest. In a matter of minutes he had Dean reduced to a writhing mess but to his surprise Dean kept his hands on the wall and didn't even try to reach for his own cock. For once Sam was in control and he was determent to take full advantage of that.
Taking pity on Dean he reached around and closed his hand on Dean's neglected cock but never stopped tongue fucking him from behind.
Seconds later the muscles spasmed around the tip of his tongue and Dean shot white ropes of come over Sam's hand and against the tiles.
"We're definitely going to do that again." Dean announced a little breathless.
"We will." Sam promised and rose to his feet. "But first I want you under me in bed."
Sam hadn't come, he hadn't even touched himself yet, and he had no intention of doing so. He wanted to come buried to the hilt in Dean. He wanted to feel him hot and tight around him. Sam had to squeeze the base of his cock to not come right then from those thoughts alone.
On weak legs Dean made it over to the bed where he dropped and stretched out bonelessly in the middle of it.
"What are you going to do now?" He cracked open one eye to peer at Sam who still stood at the side of the bed.
"I was thinking of opening you up one finger at a time until you beg me to put my dick in there." Sam answered easily and got the lube out of the drawer.
Dean swallowed visibly at that but Sam couldn't figure out if it was because the thought was hot or if this was a sign of discomfort.
"Or we could do something else." He offered and crawled in next to him.
"If what happened in the shower is anything to go by …" His voice drifted off with a dreamy smile. "This is going to be amazing. Let's give it a try."
"Okay, roll over, then."
"Wuff." Dean made but did as he was told.
"Smart ass." Playfully Sam gave his butt a little smack but then helped Dean to get into a comfortable position by placing a pillow under his stomach.
"You can open me up like this." Dean spoke up when Sam nudged his legs apart to have room between them. "But for the fucking part I want to see you."
So much for Sam being in control here. He shook his head and squeezed a good amount of lube on his fingers.
"Just relax." He placed the other hand on Dean's back and leaned in to kiss the nape of his neck before he dipped his fingers into the cleft. "I'll make it good."
Like he'd promised he took his time and worked his finger in slowly.
"Hmm." Dean bucked under his hand but Sam had expected that. "What was that?"
"Looks like I've found your prostate." Sam answered and crocked his finger once again, tapping gently at the swell of the gland.
"Ghnn." Dean buried his face in the pillow and the waves of pleasure washed over Sam.
When he was finally up to three fingers, he kept in mind that Dean hadn't done something like this in a long time and hadn't even enjoyed it when he did it, Dean was reduced to a begging mess just like Sam had promised.
"Shh." Sam brushed another kiss on Dean's neck. "It's okay. It's okay."
He took his fingers out, much to Dean's frustration, and then gently manhandled him to lay on his back. Dean wasn't much help at this point but Sam took that as a good sign.
"You ready?" He positioned himself between Dean's legs, the blunt tip of his by now achingly hard erection nudging at the entrance.
Dean only jerked his head in a nod but that was all the encouragement Sam needed. Slowly he pushed in. Dean threw his head back, jaw slack in a toneless cry.
Neither of them lasted long but with the last shred of self-control Sam managed to push Dean over the edge first. When Dean spasmed under him, muscles clenching tight around Sam's cock buried deep inside him, Sam's own orgasm ripped through him.
Barely conscious Sam dropped next to Dean.
"That was awesome." Dean mumbled and then drifted off to sleep.
"You're welcome." Sam brushed a kiss on his slack lips and then followed him into dreamland.
Chapter 32
Masterpost